Black Pudding, Young Blood

[Conrad Young]

Conrad and his daughter, Harmony were taking breakfast in the atrium that day, allowing the bright August sun to bathe them with light. He slowly picked at his black pudding while reading the Daily Prophet, as he normally did on a weekday morning with little to obligate him. He could not see his daughter over the newspaper, but knew she was there by the quiet rustling noise she made as she ate.

"Harmony, darling, have you seen this in today's paper? Mr. Prince is retiring from his post at Hogwarts. Do you remember him there?" Conrad reads on a little more. "And look at this, the new Potions master is from Durmstrang. About time that school started learning from its European peers." He grumbled, and folded the paper a bit, taking another bite of black pudding before returning to the article.

"Shame about his family, really, they were quite good people at one time. All it takes is one bad egg though, you know... Terrific shame. Ah! And look at this, they've replaced him as deputy headmaster with some ancient, low-born halfblood. Mr. Prince has a checkered past, but he had that school going in the right direction. Did you know this Mr. Darrow when you were at school?" Mr. Young lowered his newspaper to look at his daughter, feeling more amiable at the breakfast table than he had in a long time.

@'Harmony Young' @'Emmeline Woodcroft'

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[Harmony Young]

Harmony had decided it was still much too early to be awake but she couldn't object to having her breakfast tea with her father. It seemed they did very little together as of late. However, he was talking about things that were quite boring really. She hadn't thought of the teachers at Hogwarts since she'd graduated. She'd gone through her classes as had been expected of her but that was simply it.

But when her father lowered his paper to look at her and ask a question directly, she was forced to at least feign interest. "I can't say that I remember much of him, honestly," she answered, "Luckily I no longer attend so will not have to worry about a mere half blood being in a position of power." Not that the assistant headmaster truly had much power but he still had to be respected to an extent or one would be reprimanded.